The moon is setting. It’s full or almost full. There’s some juju in France that says to do this or that when the moon is full. The tractors were roaring all night long. I also heard distant direct voices in French, but I suspect that was the Armagnac bantering as they argue about the moon.
To-Do Item #134, fix the wall of the pens. In the meantime, move the pelle over to hold the wall up in case a cow gives herself a scratch in a most passionate way thus tumbling wall and causing patient farmers to do extra work.
To-Do Item #12, adapt pens to deal with veal slipping under our lovely, low-stress handling gates. They’re like sponges those veal. They can disassemble through galvanized steel, then reassemble to their desired destination. We used a very, very, very long ladder. This did the trick.
These are our pens, notice there are no cows in them. That’s because we have one herd. Hot heifer herd are ready for bidness. Gremlin the bull keeps on keeping on. He has this way of walking. He needs his own theme song. He’s one bad mutha – shut-yo-mouth.